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By Champagne Date: 2003 Oct 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.03.07.20.28441]] |
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To a Keeper It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more. But then, my Father died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any 'more.' Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away never to return. So ,while we have it - it's best to love it and care for it and fix it when it's broken and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage and old cars and children with bad report cards and dogs with bad hips and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, and because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away -- or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special and so, we keep them close! Certain people are "keepers" in our life ... like you!! You're a Keeper...and I love you. ` |